Treasure Island

Brittany 0.0


Life Is Not Fair


Sticks and stones,
might hurt my bones.
But words can kill,
the soul.
I wish you were gone,
gone all along.
With your heart,
black as coal.
Don't you see,
what you're doing to me.
Makes me feel,
so cold.
But you don't care,
and it's not fair.
That I just feel like,
pulling my hair.
I know you think I'm a loser,
But I don't really care.
While you're out being the 'loser',
I'll be sitting back laughing in my chair.
But that's ok,
we all are equal.
And maybe one day,
you may write a sequel.
But one thing you need to know,
before I go.
Is that I'm still breathing air.
But it's ok,
if you do not win.
Because life,
is never fair.

Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014

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how people think they can control you, you gotta prove them wrong.

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  • Adeline Foster (3/26/2014 5:57:00 PM)

    Sounds like there is a story behind this one. Written in a breathless voice gives it presence. Read mine - Woman's Lot -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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